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"I know." The cold edge of his voice cuts me.
I cover my mouth to hold in the sobs. "I don't think Layla left you because she wanted you gone. I think she left to ask my dad for money."
Knox's head swivels to me quickly, but he doesn't say a word.
"Two years ago, she told him she was leaving you and asked him to pay for IVF treatments for her to get pregnant, but she didn't want to use a sperm donor. She wantedyouto donate your sperm for her. And you said that she told you to file for a divorce when you were ready. I think that was because she wanted to see if you would. She wanted to know if you were done with her, and you weren't. You had hope, Knox, for a reason. She would have come back to you. Shealwaysloved you."
My voice cracks and I hang my head to catch my breath before I try to continue, but Knox's arms go around me and he pulls me into his lap so my back is against the steering wheel. "Nellie, your sister is dead. She can't come back to me."
"She knew Dad wouldn't pay for anything if you two were still together, so she had to make him believe-"
"Nell." Knox's fingers grip my chin and turn so he can look into my eyes. "Did you come find me just to tell me that and leave?"
"No. I don't want to leave. I want to be with you, if you want me."
He shifts his hips and nods. "Oh, I want you, baby. So if you're not leaving I need you to either get those pants off or buckle your seatbelt so we can get back to the clubhouse. ASAP."
But I promised not to leave and then left anyway. He should be mad at me. "You mean that?"
"Nellie, pants or seatbelt. You have three seconds before I choose for you. Three."
I unbutton my pants and wiggle my thighs so I can get them down over my hips. Knox lays me sideways on the bench seat and yanks my jeans the rest of the way down my legs. He catches my panties and pulls them down too, tossing them in the floorboard of the truck before pulling me back to his lap.
His lips are hot and greedy against mine as he pushes my shirt up to get to my tits. I can't move my arms high enough to pull the shirt off, but Knox figures it out, threading my arms through the shirt holes without even breaking the kiss. When he does lean back and pull my shirt over my head, I take his off for him.
"No cut?" He almost always wears it outside the clubhouse, and even inside it.
His head shakes. "Not to NA. Bad for the club." He fists his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth back to his, then kisses over my jaw instead. "I missed you like crazy."
"I missed you too," I exhale, too focused on his hands at my back undoing my bra.
"Don't ever leave me again."
"I won't." I spot the pocket knife on the dash and reach for it. "Let me show you." The knife opens easily and it's almost against my skin before Knox's hand covers mine and stops me.
"Please don't scar your perfect skin." He twists the blade so it's facing him. "Cut me. Let me bleed for you." He guides me to the scar under his pec from the last time he cut himself. He applies pressure in gradual increments until the skin breaks and a drop of blood beads.
I try to pull my hand back but Knox doesn't let me, he continues pushing the knife further until the tiny drop turns into more. When he releases my hand, I drop the knife back on the dash and drag my fingers through the warm liquid cascading over his belly.
Knox holds the back of my head and shakes it. "Where the hell have you been?"
"In a hotel on the other side of town." I paint my name on his skin with my fingertips. "I saw my dad and some of Layla's friends. You didn't answer my calls to explain."
"I thought you were running from me and I wasn't going to let you take the coward's way out." He looks down at his chest where ‘Nell’ is written and grins. He uses one hand to angle my head away and the other to trace letters in the flesh of my throat with a wet fingertip.
My fingers close around the button of his jeans and I try to do it sneakily so he won’t notice at first, but he definitely notices when I lower the zipper and my fingers brush over the bulge behind them the entire way down.
“You’re going too slow,” he mumbles, still focused on the side of my neck.
“We’ve got time.”
“You’re an evil temptress. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be too sore to leave me.”
I bat my eyelashes at him. “Then you can take me home and cuff me to your bed just to be extra sure.”
He casts his eyes over my shoulder. “Look.”
The rearview mirror shows me a different version of the Nell I see myself as. My lips are swollen, my cheeks flushed, my pupils dilated- I’ve never seen myself like this and it makes it easier to understand why Knox likes me. “I look pretty.”
